We all remember those romantic moments that will stick with us for the rest of our lives. The type of wild and crazy encounters that feel more like the type of thing you fantasize during a long car ride, versus something that actually happened. I wanted to share with you my story. It’s been 8 years but I still think about her every night, a gorgeous and wild Indian woman who still haunts my fantasies. We lost contact 4 years ago, but ever so often I check my old Whatsapp account on the off chance she decided to respond to my last message.
I had moved to India for work. I knew very little about the society or culture, and thought that it would just be something fun and unique to say I did while I was still young. I did not anticipate the heat nor the intense urban poverty of the country, it assaulted my senses and I found myself routinely incapacitated in my hotel room, either from the horrible air pollution or an inability to face the reality of the sheer poverty that existed outside.
Slowly I was able to emerge out of my shell and see just how beautiful the country was. Or, I should say, how beautiful the women were. The way Desi women can flirt and seduce you with their eyes is something that every man should experience in their life. Going to my workplace every day was very frustrating to say the least and my female coworkers showed me more attention than I ever received from women before in my life. I’d dated before and always considered myself to be decent with women, but the way these women would flirt and tease slowly drove me insane. Some would get uncomfortably close when asking to discuss their work product with me, exposing their neck and giving me a slight smile whenever they caught me staring. Others would gently brush my arm when we would sit close, always apologizing with a proper “sir” followed by nervous glances downward. Several were infatuated with my blonde hair and would ask to touch it. I had one exceptionally curvy Punjabi press up against me when we rode a crowded elevator together in the center of the city, she said nothing when I put my hand on her waist and gave me a coy smirk when we arrived and could clearly feel my erection throughout our encounter. I must have thought about that moment for a week straight afterward.
I knew how much of a suppressed society it was and understood that if I even touched any of my coworkers both of us would be fired on the spot. I would be fine, the only thing that would happen to me would be that I would be sent back to the West on a one way plane ticket and have a great story to tell my friends about getting kicked out of a country for being too desirable to the women, but I knew I never could have lived with myself with what would have happened to the girl who I would be with. I couldn’t have it on my conscience that I was the reason she would be kicked out of her house and disowned by her entire family for simply giving into her desires.
I soon became over taken with lust, and decided to take out my frustration in a very Indian way, by unleashing it all on the dance floor. On my weekends I’d take a rickshaw into the center of the city to one of the new Western clubs that had arrived with the modernization taking place at the time. I always loved the Bollywood beats, and although I wasn’t a good dancer, the Indians all seemed to appreciate and laugh with the “gora” enjoying himself on the dance floor.
Unfortunately for me the conservatism was also apparent in the night clubs. There was no dirty dancing, little contact between the sexes, and I would have to settle for the occasional cat call from a slightly tipsy girl or, at most, a kiss in one of the bathrooms. I could barely remember the world I came from in the United States where I could engage in casual sex with a stranger all by downloading an app and swiping for 30 minutes.
I don’t remember when I saw her, or what I said when we first met. I just remember when we began dancing. She was more confident than the rest of the girls I engaged with on the dance floor. She didn’t seem nervous, and as we danced seemed to want me closer. I obliged and soon I found herself in my arms with my hands running all over her body. She was slightly taller and curvier than the average Indian girl. She had beautiful dark skin and piercing black eyes. I loved the feeling of touching her and hearing her breath quicken as we danced. Soon I could tell that people were watching us. We were engaging in highly inappropriate behavior, but frankly, I didn’t care. We soon began making out in a style that can only be described as “fighting with our tongues”, before being physically escorted out of the building by security. Apparently they didn’t want any inappropriate behavior in their fine and reputable establishment dedicated to playing Bollywood top 40 songs and hosting university events.
Outside we started talking as I used this as an excuse to hold her hand and lean close for warmth in a surprisingly chilly Monsoon season night. I learned she was a student at the local university and that she had just completed all her finals, using this as an opportunity to de-stress. I invited her back to my place, having already accepted that she was probably going to decline and leave me frustrated, as I would spend another night by myself. To my surprise she said yes and we made our way back to my place. I held my hand on her thigh in the back of the taxi, unsure if she was actually real or if this had all been some horrible malaria induced fever dream.
When we got back I offered her a drink and we sat in silence for a few long, uncomfortable seconds. After finally making my move I sat next to her on my couch and pulled her close to me. As I began to kiss her neck she began to moan audibly as I could feel her heat through her dress and panties as she rubbed herself against me. I slowly took off her dress to see a pair of breasts bigger than I anticipated, and after taking off her bra, areolas much bigger than I expected. I could only stare and get lost in her beauty. Before me was a curvaceous dark skinned South Indian beauty in nothing but a white lace thong grinding on me and moaning my name.
I expected a quiet and timid girl who was not confident in her sexual abilities and maybe even a bit ashamed to have sex. I was expecting that I would have to do all the work and comfort her after.
I was very mistaken.
When we finally made it to the bedroom I started moving us to my bed, but she stopped me. I turned around to see her on her knees, looking up at me with a ravenous desire, as she said
“I don’t deserve to get fucked on the bed, take me on the floor and show me that I deserve your bed sir”
A bit speechless I stood there for a second processing what I had just heard, I wasn’t expecting this to be where the night had taken us.
With that she turned around and lowered her panties to show her freshly shaven pussy, already wet with anticipation. By now I was fully excited and quickly put on a condom. However I wanted to have a bit of fun first. I leaned down and grabbed her by the hips as she began to grind against me.
“You’ve been thinking about this all night, haven’t you”
I said
“Yes sir, I have, all night I’ve wanted you, please I need your cock”
She said before moaning and looking up with me with a sultry stare, completely in heat.
I decided to play with her for a bit first, touching and teasing her. You see I’m rather well endowed and unfortunately “plug and play” sex isnt that easy when there is a big…size differential. I entered her with my middle finger as I played with her clit with my thumb. The only thing she said was “more”, which I didn’t understand until I realized she meant more fingers. Her lips fully engulfed my two fingers and gripped tightly as I began to explore her body. With my other hand I had her suck my other fingers and look at me. I knew I was doing a good job when her legs began trembling.
There was one more thing I wanted to do before I had my way with her body. Kneeling next to her on the ground I felt compelled to give her a good hard spanking. She yelped with the first spank, but soon was asking for it to be harder. I was surprised with how much she enjoyed it and I like seeing her ass shake and get red with each of my strikes. WIth the last strike she yelled out
“Yes master, show me the meaning of pain”
And with that I knew I needed to be inside of this woman.
However I understood that was going to be a bit of a problem due to my large cock since she still was so, so tight. I pressed into her but never could quite get inside her. With each attempt her toes would curl in anticipation and she’d apologize after, begging me to try again. However I did not have any lube with me and worried we might not be able to go any farther.
With that I led her to my bed and I decided to try something else. I went down on her hoping it would loosen her up a bit more. I soon found her moaning again and wrapping her legs around my neck, telling me exactly where she wanted my tongue to go.
After I made her entire body shake we just cuddled for a bit, she looked at me and said softly
“It’s ok if our bodies don’t fit, I like the way you make me feel.”
We sat in silence, holding each other close as we could hear the traffic make noise outside of my apartment.
Soon we started making out again and she once again climbed on top of me before grabbing my cock and lowering herself onto it. This time I was able to enter her, but with each inch we had to take it slow as her body had to fully adjust. Soon I was fully inside of her as she began to bounce on my cock as I grabbed and played with her breasts. She came again as I pulled her close and licked her nipples as I thrusted deeply.
I knew I was about to cum and told her so. She looked me in the eye and said she would do anything I asked her, whatever I wanted, she just wanted to see me cum for her. I had her suck on my balls and touch me to completion as I continued to talk dirty to her, telling her how much I enjoyed it seeing her bent over so wet and excited for me earlier. I could feel myself about to cum as I heard her moan while she had one of my testes completely in her mouth. One of the last things I remember about that night is the look on her face trying to catch my last drips as I looked up from my post orgasm haze. She smiled and told me how good I tasted before we snuggled and held each other until we both fell asleep.
When I woke up the next day she had left. Luckily I got her phone number prior and we texted a bit. She was heading back to her hometown and I was about to leave India. We had a wild virtual romance, but deep down we knew we would never see each other again. I knew it was completely over when she told me that she was about to get ready for her arranged marriage her parents had set up. I wished her the best and asked her how long she had known she had been betrothed to someone else. I never received a response to the question and it was the last time I ever talked to her.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mx7b6w/mf_remembering_a_long_passionate_night_many_years